Tuesday, June 10, 2014

J+Ts Shower

Flower Themed Invites 

Flower Themed Guest List

New Shade Structure

Upcycled Frames

These were 25 cents each

Pool Swim Ready

Our Helper

Applique Coffee Cups

Plant the succulents

More Flowers for a Flower Life

Ready for a new home?

Flower Factory

I felt like a fairy godmother when I made these

To make it easier I used a tray

To catch the extra soil

All Done

Morning Light

Upcycled Frames with Instagram Signs

Fresh Lavender.  I made bouquets for the bride, my sister-in-law and two aunts.

Give Advice to the Newlyweds Game:
Really quite funny.  Have guests fill out and have bride and groom read.
For Jessica: 
When Trevor doesn’t  ______________________________
don’t ______________________________________________.

For Trevor:

When Jessica asks _______________________ make sure
you say __________________________________________.

For Jessica + Trevor:

Don’t forget to________________________________________
before you __________________________________________.

Special Message:

Lemonade Stand

Paper Straws

Our Garden

Cooking Area

Bliss Dome

Poolside Eatery

Banquet Dining

Bliss Dome - Chillax!

Lemonade Stand

Lavender Lemonade, Paper Straws
You can see how we used the upcycled frames

Floral Table decor are take home gift for guests

Moonrise on a romantic evening

Yummy Cupcakes

LOTS of dishes :)

The morning after we enjoyed the bliss dome 

Weekend ended too soon.  

Saturday, April 26, 2014

You think you can't dance?

You may say you can't dance.  That may be true.  There are talented dancers.  These athletes put in years of work to present artistic renditions, tell stories, amaze and entertain.  We all feel good after witnessing these fabulous artists.

5Rhythms is a whole other kind of dance.   It is the kind of dance that a Jewel writes about in a beautiful poem.  It is the kind of dance that isn't about entertainment or impressing anybody.  It is the kind of dance where each dancer creates their own medicine.  It is a flux vortex celebration of vibrant life heals what ails you kind of dance. 

You may say you can’t dance. So, well maybe that’s true

But maybe you can.  A dance can be any kind of movement.  Even if the dance is the slightest movement of your pinky finger, light as a feather.

4-23-14 5Rhythms Installation

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Bring Your Compassionate Heart into Life Everyday

Amaze the Fuck out of YourSELF
Don't bother to worry about what others think.
At the end of your life, they won't have your regrets,
they will have their own to worry about
Put your arms around yourself as if you were your Loved Ones
and don't be ashamed to admit
you still would like a stuffed bunny, or doggy or owl
to sleep with at night
a pillow to cradle your fears and ambitions
and a place to whisper your dreams

Blow your Own Mind
Every single Day
Do something, anything, even if it is small
to please your soul.
Your soul is hungry, and she needs you
to sustain her throughout her lifetime.
Surprise yourself with kindness for yourself.

Be kind and gentle,
but don't confuse that with 
allowing others to use you as a doormat.
They can wipe their feet at the door on the way into Your self, or 
show them the door.

open Your heart
tear away the bonds that have held You prisoner
and release the weights that hold You underwater
and float to the top, towards the light and gasp for air
each and every day of Your life.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Eye Lock Switcharoo

When driving down the street, do you ever make eye contact with someone standing on the corner and really connect?  This morning I passed an elderly woman in a wheelchair with a young child waiting for a bus.  We made eye contact and smiled.  I wondered, what were the circumstances of her life that brought her to that moment.  Not just that morning, but from the moment of her inception to the moment our eyes locked?

What if in the blink of an eye we switched places?  And for an hour or a day or a week we could experience each other's lives.  Even if in our imaginations.

What if?

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

even there, there are dishes to wash

washing machine stops just as the dishwasher starts
a life so full of life
endless cooking and dishes and laundry
and family and friends that are family
and arms to hug and voices to sing and feet to dance and mouths to eat,
cinnamon goodies that crumble and get all over the place.
There is never enough time to do everything but you try
and your back hurts and your feet ache
and sometimes you miss the sunset, but
sometimes you take time out to really see
the ocean and the mountains and a small town where the pace is
very slow
but even there, even there, even there
there are dishes to wash, laundry to fold,
cats to feed and pet and cuddle goodnight

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Book Club Challenge - what I found when I focused on the truth

Think about all the little white lies you tell all day every day.   We all do, but like masturbation, no one wants to fess up.  So when we came up with the book club challenge to consciously tell the truth all day I was petrified.  Here is what I learned in 24 hours about truth:   

I enjoy speaking truth (when it suits me)

I feel frustrated when (I perceive) my truth was not well received  

When I resist the truth I become passive

I feel deep guilt when I do things to please myself , 
           do it anyway, 
                            but become deceptive with intent

I delight in the role of impartial observer, and the interesting body sensations it creates

I find great humor within adherence to and observation of truth

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Happy Birthday Mama

I wrote this in 1998 as a mother's day present for my mom.  I post it as a birthday present to her on what would have been her 89th Birthday. 

I look down at my hands and think.  “Whose hands are these?  
    Certainly not mine, they look like Blanche’s.”
freckly spots
creases and lines
worn fingernails
smooth touch
caring and loving

I look in the mirror at my face and think.  "Whose face is this?  
       Certainly not mine, it looks like Blanche’s”
laugh lines
furrowed brow
more freckly spots
classic beauty
a few stray gray hairs

I look into my eyes and think.  "Whose eyes are these?  
    Certainly not mine, they look like Blanche’s”
a certain sparkle

I look into the eyes of my son and think.  "Whose child is this?  
    Certainly not mine, he looks like Blanche’s” 

I look into my heart and think.  "Whose heart is this?  
       Certainly not mine, it looks like Blanche’s” 


Mom & Artie 1993

Mom, Artie & Ralphy 1994